Whiteard House Project

GRANT 

My name is Grant and my problem is me. I have come to realize this while living in a Christian recovery home in Kingman, AZ called the Whiteard House.I understand that Whiteard is the name of the family that donated the house to give men a place to recover from a lifetime of Self will run riot. I have been here for six months, and it is hard for me to count all of the blessings I have received since, making the decision to turn my will, and my life over to the God of my understanding.

Let's call him Jesus. I never understood the value of giving before I surrendered to Him. Today I

realize that when I was homeless and friendless at age 61, living in my car in a Southern California

park: full of drug addicts, alcoholics, and criminals --I was right where God wanted me to be. He had

me down on the ground in Spiritual Handcuffs. I was angry, and I was resisting arrest. All I had to do, 

was surrender to Him and my life would start over. I would be Born Again, but I wasn't ready; Self will.run riot. I needed a job to get a roof over my head, but I was just an infant in this new life of Faith. The Good News is that the fight was over; it ended 2000 years ago when Jesus died for me on the Cross!All I had to do was surrender and start doing what my Higher Power created me to do, but I wasn't entirely ready yet. I was hating leftists on Facebook; blaming all of this worlds problems on them, and not taking any responsibility for my role in my present state of affairs. 

That is when I met her... my angel from God. Let's call her Wendy.  Facebook brought us together.

because we attended high school together. But in a school of 2,200 students, we never knew each

other. I began discussing politics with her, soon we discovered that we were both in recovery.

Then we discussed Jesus; she said, come to Kingman, I think I can help you. So, I did.  I had

nothing going for myself. I thought I was too old to hire and too young to retire. God had me down on

the ground with a taser in my back saying okay.

God, I am going to Kingman to meet this Wendy, being a wise Christian woman, said,

meet in Laughlin, NV. l will bring my mother along. She probably knew

that I would lose every last cent I had playing slot machines, and would have no option left but to

surrender myself into her custody. But she assured me that I would have a roof over my head until I

could get a job and support myself.  

Fast forward six months and God has blessed me with a Christian family, three recovery fellowships,

where I get moral support, a home, food to eat, and most recently my AZ driver license and a full-

time job! One day soon, God willing, I will support myself again. My problem is no longer me and I no

longer crave drugs or alcohol. I am blessed to have a sponsor to listen to my list of resentments and

point out the exact nature of my wrongs. Me! Self will run riot. For example, a child support agency

just intercepted my tax refund. In my life of self, I would get angry and go get high to make myself feel better. That NEVER lasted because I AWAYS needed more, and the resentments ONLY got worse!

Today I get joy from giving. I GET TO PAY child support because I love my son and his mother.

UNCONDITIONALLY.  With that kind of AGAPE love in my heart nothing can hurt me! Before, when

child support garnished my wages, I got angry. I decided that it would be better off NOT working and

receiving welfare from working people. Me, me, me, Selfish. Self will run riot. I had become that

Socialist Freeloader that I Previously hated!  

Now I GET to work. I GET to pay taxes. I GET to pay child support for my only begotten son, for

whom I would gladly give my own life! Just as Jesus did for me 2,000 years ago!

Thank you, God,… Thank you Jesus… Thank you Wendy, Angel Manor Director…

Thank you, supporters, of Whiteard House. Amen !